Where to Start?

Well. Ms. Bao fell off a chair.

She did it last night right before I left for a night out with a friend. Paul and I noticed that she kept grabbing her wrist. But she really didn't act or sound like she was in a lot of pain. We figured maybe she'd sprained it.

So, I went out, and Paul took the kids shopping for a Mother's day gift.

When I returned home, I got my clothes ready for the morning, and ran through my talk one more time. I finally climbed into bed at around 2 am and Paul woke up to give me the down low. He said that Bao didn't use her right arm all night and that she cried when she tried to use it to crawl. He also said that she seemed very sensitive when he picked her up under the arm on the right side.

When I got up this morning, Paul was already gone at the District Track meet. Bao got up and was still not using her right arm. She normally eats with it, but used her left to eat her breakfast. She cried when I moved her arm too much. I was beginning to think it was broken. But, I had to give my talk, and I couldn't take her anywhere until after that was over.

I had been excited about the talk for a while, but having to leave an injured baby with a sitter had dampened my spirits a bit, and kept me fairly preoccupied. Knowing that my thoughts were somewhere else, Ami offered to pray for me. It helped tremendously.

I enjoyed every minute of the talk. Fun, fun, fun.

Several people have asked how it went. That is a hard question to answer. People laughed when I said something funny. Most seemed attentive. Some seemed VERY attentive. Several people nodded in agreement as I spoke. I didn't make any "mistakes" and neither did the guy who was advancing the power point slides. After the talk, my friends RAVED... but friends do. Three strangers, two of whom were ministers' wives from the church, gave positive comments. A few women offered some nice comments as I exited the building with them.

But those don't really answer HOW IT WENT, because how it REALLY went has nothing to do with what people thought, and everything to do with whether women's hearts were turned towards the Lord. And, I will never really know the answer to THAT question. So, I settle for letting that other stuff, and the fact that I had a blast, be the evidence that it went well.

Thankfully, Bao slept most of the time I was away, so the family watching my kids didn't have too much maimed child crabbiness to deal with.

I came home with the kids and Paul got home soon after. I had noticed that Bao's right arm was swollen and was more convinced than ever that it was a break. So, I took her, and a few snacks (in case we had another one of those never-ending waits) to Children's Urgent Care. It's run by the nearby children's hospital, and I figured it was a better choice than the ER. Turns out I was right. We were in and out in an hour and a half... and that included two X-rays... which Bao did NOT like, by the way.

But, it turns out that her arm IS broken. Poor thing. She cried through them setting it in a temporary splint, putting on the sling, and wrapping it to her chest. (But hey, I kind of expected this when she screamed during the WEIGHING... horrors, I know... ) But then she was happy as a lark. I thought she'd be upset at not being able to move her arm, but then I remembered - she has shown no interest in moving her arm all day long. She is probably happy to have it set in one place so that it won't keep getting bumped around.

I have to call the orthopaedist on Monday. They want me to get her in on Monday or Tuesday. The doctor said her arm might be put in a cast, but would likely be wrapped in place for 4-6 weeks. Sigh.

Anyway. That was my day. Thank you to each of you who prayed for the talk, and in advance to those who will be praying for Bao as her arm heals.

And now I am tired. So. very. tired.

Goodnight.